Criminal Psychology

With the bed number, it is much easier to find someone.

Lin Chen was sitting next to the bed, and there was an old man wearing an oxygen mask lying on the bed. The old man was very weak and looked very short.

Behind Lin Chen, Fu Hao squatted and asked a question in a low voice.

"How do you know, brother, what kind of man did Yu Yanqing know in the hospital?"

"What can change a person is love besides friends and relatives, and often, only love can make people crazy."

As the prisoner stepped into the room, he just heard the problem.

He walked two steps, reached the bed, and asked, "Where's the man?"

"Brother seems to have found suspicious people. Yu Yanqing may have made a boyfriend at the hospital."

Fu Hao answered cautiously, and Xun Lian frowned: "But in Yan Qing's information, she didn't say that she had a boyfriend orthogonal to her."

Xinglianlian was hard to get, and a little anxious.

After all, the police investigation data was so missing that it almost missed important clues in the case detection process, which is really not a good idea.

"Their communication is very secretive, and it was asked in a special way." Lin Chen said slowly, seemingly relieved.

"Then we are now?"

"Waiting for someone."

As if to respond to Lin Chen's words, a vigilant female voice came from the door of the ward: "Are you the patients' family members, why haven't I seen you?"

A little nurse stood with a white tray.

Xun Lian showed his credentials, the golden police badge flashed, but the little nurse's expression grew tense.

Xun Lian was very gentle and asked the nurse to the bedside.

Lin Chen glanced at her and asked, "This bed has been in trouble recently, right?"

The nurse's face was so bad that she took a step back and wanted to leave, but she was hit by Xun Cong's wide chest.

"The hospital won't let you talk indiscriminately?" Lin Chen put his hand on the back of the old man and said, "We always have a way to find out, but just hope that with your help, we can shorten the time."

He said honestly, because honesty makes it impossible to refuse.

"Before, the patient on this bed jumped off the building on August 10 and died." The little nurse said indifferently.

"What's the patient's name?"

"Feng Xuejuan."

Xun Cong quickly pulled out his cell phone.

The dynasty received a call, and as soon as his left foot stepped into the gate of the police station, he quickly turned around and hurried to the hospital.

When the Chief of the Security Section arrived, things were a foregone conclusion.

When the fat section chief heard that the police wanted to adjust the video of Feng Xuejuan jumping from the building on August 10, he looked sad.

Originally, because of the corpse in the morgue, the number of outpatient clinics in the municipal hospitals has shrunk. If serial killers are connected with the hospitals again, the hospital's reputation will be over.

However, Conglian was tough, and he had to take his party to the hospital monitoring room.

———

The dynasty soon came to the hospital.

The hospital's security staff was still retrieving the video. The young technician took the swivel chair, raised the hat, and quickly slid over to squeeze people away.

He glanced at the file format, quickly searched for the named file, dragged and dropped the timeline, and the scene when Feng Xuejuan jumped off the building accurately appeared on the screen.

The skinny woman in a sick suit jumped out of the window and could only see her falling down like a disconnected kite.

However, because of the reflection, the ward window was blank and it was impossible to see the situation.

Fu Hao said with a pity.

Xun flouted his lips, walked to the window, and looked out.

The hospital itself has a complete monitoring system installed, covering almost all public areas. He looked around, and finally his eyes fell on the monitoring of the hospital wall.

"What is the number of that monitor?"

He reached out and pointed at the rotating probe on the hospital wall.

The head of the security section looked at the finger from the direction of the finger, moved the fat body, and ran to the filing cabinet to flip through the information.

The dynasty looked up, looked at the monitor screen, and quickly searched for the number.

I saw his finger tap on the keyboard, the screen was dark, and then quickly turned on, an unexpected scene happened.

Black and white pixel particles squeeze each other. On the display, the old man who died on Chunshui Street is sitting on the bench downstairs to bask in the sun.

"That guy!" Fu Hao's hand touched a young man on the screen.

The dynasty hurriedly called out the other side of the surveillance, the video was slowly re-released, and the young people on the stone road showed their faces, and they were the young people who died under the rings in the park!

Ten seconds later, Yu Yanqing also appeared in the video screen. She stood under the tree, not far away. Feng Xuejuan's body was still on the concrete floor, and she twitched gently.

The surveillance room was silent.

Everyone just feels chills all over their bodies, like falling in an ice cellar.

Suddenly, a piano song sounded in the room.

The sound of the piano was chaotic, and everyone shuddered.

Xing from the connection to the phone, there was a sound of the director's words, but the words were still very short, only eight words.

"Come on, come back!"

Xing Lian Tai knew the old director too.

The old man is grinded and gentle, and talks a lot, but there are few things that can really worry him.

Recently, the only thing that can make the old man feel a real headache is the youth sitting in front of the monitor.

He glanced at Lin Chen subconsciously, and Lin Chen looked back at him as if he had known it.

———

Someone is waiting outside the police station.

Not waiting in the warm office, but under the wet eaves, the rain wet his epaulets, and the three silver stars seemed brighter.

Xing Conglian sat in the car and saw the person standing under the eaves in the distance. He held down Lin Chen's hand to release the seat belt.

With five fingers cold, Lin Chen resolutely removed the sentence from Lian's hand.

"It's an acquaintance, don't worry."

He pushed the door of the car, didn't parachute, and within a few steps, came under the eaves of the police station.

I haven't seen it in three years. The man standing opposite him seems to be a lot thinner, so his temperament is sharper. Like a sword with a sheath to be sheathed, the blade is cold and unfriendly.

Lin Chen hardly picked up the corners of his lips and smiled: "Inspector Huang, I haven't seen you for a long time. How are you recently?"

"I heard you're restless, so I'll take a look."

Almost the same words, spoken from different people's mouths, mean the same.

Lin Chen didn't silence, but looked up, looked at the man in front of him, and said, "Huang Ze, you are too busy."

Xing Cong took the car key, and Ding Ding approached, and just happened to hear Lin Chen's response.

Just three days after investigating the case, how many people have jumped out to find trouble, but Lin Chen's response was more interesting than once.

He couldn't help grinning, and couldn't help but laugh out loud. The silver star on the shoulder of the man in front of Lin Chen shone, which was two and a half levels higher than him.

He belongs to the same system. Of course, he has heard of the names of Huang Ze and Huang's inspectors. The words of the police star and the messenger of justice have been used by reporters. Huang Ze came from a big family. He is honest and honest, and he is not close to the ghosts. The key is that Huang Ze looks very good.

He walked in front of Huang Ze, saluted him, and before speaking, he saw the other party saluting him, saying, "Is the Captain Captain, I am here to supervise your case."

Well, being spotted by the inspector Huang, it is no wonder that the old director was so anxious.

However, Huang Ze's words are respectful and modest, and people can't fault the slightest. Even if what he meant was, "Let me stare at you, you can do it for yourself." It can be said and done by such a person. The official business is extremely extreme and impeccable.

"As soon as we found an important clue, Huang inspector is not annoying, please give pointers?" Xing Conglian asked with a smile.

The punishment was certainly polite, but Huang Ze was not polite at all.

He took the lead and entered the office of the Interpol, and Xinglian and Lin Chen followed him instead.

A policewoman named Zhang Xiaolong was placing tea cups nervously. A police officer was sitting around the desk, holding a tea bucket in her left hand and rushing down the hot water.

Hearing someone coming in, he quickly turned around and almost got hot.

Lin Chen found a chair in the corner and sat down. Surprisingly, Huang Ze ignored the seat that was obviously vacated for him and instead sat beside Lin Chen. He sat upright and took out a palm-sized leather notebook. I double-clicked the ballpoint pen to make it clear that I was here to watch.

Xing Conglian stood at the table and glanced at them, always feeling that the atmosphere was a bit weird.

He pursed his lips, Fu Hao followed the dynasty, and walked into the office. When he saw the person sitting next to Lin Chen, he couldn't help rubbing his eyes, and his eyes were almost falling.

He desperately squeezed his eyes at Lin Chen, but Lin Chen began to close his eyes as if he hadn't seen it.

Because of the arrival of several people, the original noisy office suddenly became quiet.

Lin Chen leaned on the chair and watched as people were seated one after another. The chair swung another round. His head became more and more groggy, and the voice in his ears gradually blurred. Even Huang Ze was sitting beside him. Over-care.

Xing Lian opened his chair and sat down. The police commissar cleared his throat: "There has been a new breakthrough in the investigation of the 9.10 homicide. We asked the Captain of the Sentence to speak." Inspector listen.

"According to Mr. Lin's analysis, we traced out that the son of Feng Xuejuan's son was suspected of major crimes ..."

Before the sentence was even finished, he was interrupted by the political commissar: "Old sentence, I did not say you, you are too arbitrary this time, we handle the case with evidence!" The political commissar patted the table gently, criticizing, "Just Because Feng Peilin's mother, Feng Xuejuan, committed suicide, do you consider Feng Peilin to be a murderer? What about Yu Yanqing? Judging from the physical evidence, Yu Yanqing is suspected of committing a major crime. You ca n’t judge the case arbitrarily because of unintended speculation . "

Like who was pushed, Lin Chen reluctantly opened his eyes and found that everyone was sitting around, the meeting secretary kept writing in the rustle, and the others held stacks of information in their hands, and their eyes gathered on themselves. Body.

The air conditioner hissed coldly, and the temperature in the office became colder.

Lin Chen slightly lifted his eyes and was not angry with the words of the political commissar who was holding guns and sticks. He was very clear that all inferences based on psychological analysis could not be taken as tangible evidence.

"We need experts." The commissar knocked at the table with his hand. "But not everyone can be called an expert."

This was a serious statement. Lin Conglian wanted to refute, but Lin Chen rushed to say, "What do you need?"

He had a hoarse voice, with dark circles under his eyes, and looked very tired.

"Can you prove that Yu Yanqing knows Feng Peilin?" Huang Ze said suddenly in silence.

"You two are lovers."

Lin Chen did not look at Huang Ze, but instead stared at the political commissar, without a word.

"what did you say?"

"You and that girl, you are very close lovers, although the people in the office don't know, you often secretly date after work." Lin Chen pointed to the female secretary who took notes.

The office immediately began to whisper, the female secretary buried her head low, and the dark face of the political commissar also showed an awkward look.

"Look for a shot where Yu Yanqing and Feng Peilin appear at the same time." Lin Chen said to the dynasty who was operating the computer, with her elbows involuntarily resting on the armrest in order to support her head.

The dynasty hurriedly called up a lens and turned the notebook in a direction, facing the crowd. On the screen, Yu Yanqing was holding a mop and bending over to pass by Feng Peilin, Feng Peilin let him go, Yu Yanqing gave him a peek.

"That's it."

Lin Chen looked at the female secretary gently. The secretary's head was very low, but her eyes could not help looking at her secret lover, her eyes were shy, admiring and sweet, and she was just caught.

The look outside the screen is almost exactly the same as the look inside the screen.

"Lao Jiang, you are hiding this from me!" Xun Cong even patted the table and laughed. For the first time, he saw the iron noodle commissar in the team eating, and it was really worth the fare.

"Okay, don't make fun of Xiao Chen." The political commissar waved quickly, "discuss the case ... discuss the case!"

There was a sound of pedaling heels outside the office, and Zhang Xiaolong ran into the office with a stack of information.

The policewoman's face was a little white. She looked around and looked a little bit shocked.

"What's wrong, Xiao Long?" Xun Conglian asked.

"You just asked me to check Feng Peilin, and the information shows that the confirmation of Feng Peilin and Yu Yanqing is not only known, but also very familiar."

"How to say?"

Policewoman Zhang Xiaolong looked at Lin Chen subconsciously, and could not help but bit her lip and continued to say, "Feng Peilin was a Chinese teacher of Yu Yanqing, and Feng Peilin is now a teacher in Shishi."

When he heard the last sentence, Lin Chen was struck by a thunder and his body was cold all of a sudden. He suddenly became a little numb and his brain almost lost his ability to think.

"Yu Yanqing went out to work after finishing junior high school because of family reasons. At that time, Feng Peilin was her language teacher. Feng Peilin came to Shishi to teach three years ago ..."